The sentinel has difficulty crawling through
the impeding roots of the tsaranis tree, but manages to feel his
way through the dark burrow.
"I will not let you have it!" Erelta screams. Suddenly
the tunnel veers upwards into the trunk of the tsaranis tree.
He does his best to climb, but the tree gets thinner as he climbs
upward. He could be right on top of the wind pod, but since it
is completely dark, there is no way of telling. The static nature
of his duty means physical exercise is not entertained too often.
Reputation kept his vigils safe, not his skills of pursuit.
Erelta suddenly comes to a jarring halt; his helmet tightly wedged
in one of the roots. He yells in an effort to call on the strength
to free himself from the tree's grasp, but to no avail.
"Kreelos, what use could you possibly have for the wind
From just above, Kreelos lifts the sentinels platinum visor
slowly to let in a smattering of sunlight; it is enough for Erelta
to see that Kreelos has duped him.
"I have been searching for a gift for my parents to show
them my love and respect. But it had to be something completely
unusual and special one like no other has ever been given
or will ever receive again. And now I have the first piece: a
rare Tisabodian helmet! There are only three of its kind
in existence and none has ever been given to someone as a gift,"
Kreelos says as he bends down from inside the tree and lifts the
helmet off Ereltas head.
"Where is the barons wind pod, Kreelos?" Erelta
"It is here! Dont worry, the roots are still intact
and will be quite healthy come time for the baron's festival."
"Why have you done this!"
"I am not stealing the barons wind pod, Kuleenik.
I am merely borrowing it," Kreelos says as he climbs up further
into the tree with the sentinels helmet. "You sleep
much heavier now than in your glory cycles, Erelta. It seems my
nibbles did not rattle your superlative armor," Kreelos says
"You tricked me!"